Texty:
Wounded The Child

Preklad: Zranený. Dieťa.

think the heart remains a child. The mind may grow wise, but the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child. I think the heart remains a child

: As I see you here a sleep, Arms wide open your eyes a little weird. And a shivering on the rhythm, Of the deeds of a very old man. I want to heal this

, burn the world Reflecting eyes, sickle swings, wave of blood Suicidal mind from the start Endless pain, open wounds, slit the throat Radiation child

I promise you gonna love it Yeah, well lights coming through the drapes and we both yawning I roll over and ask if.. [Chorus - Drake] [J. Cole] Hey, hey, God Bless the child

a child, a sister or a brother with a carefully folded teardrop in their eyes. It's one that's red as the bloodshed, blue as the wounded, white as the

grace Brazen image, the thief of sleep The ambassador of dreams, Prince of peace I am the sword, the wound, the stain Scorned, transfigured child of

light, so you can't see their fears Forgive and forget, all the while Love and pain become one and the same In the eyes of a wounded child Because Hell

done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap In the heart of a victim murda is monumental I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple My bullet wounds